that colour

once upon a time, when my half forgotten dream was remembered.

I always believe that there's a colour that nobody ever notice but do exist in the world. It's always around us, aiding us to recognise objects, making us fall in love with this colourful world. It appears in the last ray of the day, the super long summer sunshine, the broken shell of a snail, the shadow of an angel's wings, the hands of a starving child, the sparkling bit of a water droplet, the annoying lung killer cigarette smoke, the moment when the balloon burst and just everywhere, anywhere where hope is budding.

Sadly, nobody realise its existence.

It never give up holding the job that was given by the creator, forever trying to work harder, just hoping that someone out there will notice it. It always encourage itself that it will never disappear until the last rose dies.

Waiting is a silent pain. It took the colour too long. Too long. The colour was fading day by day until one day, a little boy picked up a sea shell and gave it to a little girl.

Listen to the colour. He said.

The colour was awaken. It smiles and tears. The effort was worthy afterall.

The wind is calling, I found a missing dream.